Chapter 37
The moment they were backstage, Steve picked her up and spun her around, laughing. "That was GREAT, Anci! Did you see the look on that dead bastard's face?!"
"Served him right for threatening me."
"I need a beer."
"You did great, darlin'." Were the first words out of his mouth when Mark made it backstage, not surprised to find the twins still there, both apparently discussing that segment. Ignoring the look on Steve's face, Mark swept his wife off her feet and kissed her, doing what he had wanted earlier and copped a feel of that leather-clad backside.
"Brilliant, that was brilliant!" Vince was now there as well, grinning from ear to ear. "Two Austin's!" That was going to give him a headache soon, he already knew it, but… worth it. "The fans are loving this!"
Anciana moaned in his mouth, enjoying his hand on her backside and could tell what she'd done out in the ring hadn't bothered him. She was Anciana now, not Anca, and he was Mark, not the Undertaker. She broke the kiss, rubbing her nose against his and was set on her feet, turning to face Vince. He was elated by the segment and her promo skills, which was a huge relief. Sierra had trained her very well and she'd done it for 5 years prior to her accident.
"Thank you for this opportunity, Vince. Can I hug you?"
Vince chuckled, pulling her into his arms and hugged her, kissing the top of her head. "You'll be protected out there. These two, although they don't like each other, will protect you. They're professionals and the best at what they do."
"I know, I'm in good hands." Anciana leaned back against her husband's chest as his arm snaked around her waist while she grabbed Steve's hand, squeezing it. They had some downtime until the match, which would close the show out. "Thank you again."
Vince nodded, walking away and rubbed his hands together, not believing how well the crowd responded to Stone Cold Steve Austin's twin sister. This was working out better than he planned.
"Well, he might protect you," Steve corrected, frowning slightly. "I'm likely to stun yer ass, honey." He smirked when Anciana flipped him off, beginning to laugh. "Sorry, it's the character."
True enough and, so far, the Undertaker hadn't gone out of his way to hurt females. Mark doubted he'd be inclined to save her, however. He'd probably watch. He smirked, dropping a kiss on her forehead.
"You should come back to my dressing room, Ciana." He purred, running his lips down her neck now, feeling her shivering against him.
That was gross. "I'm gettin' a beer." Steve was gone, not about to watch or hear them having one of their moments.
Anciana laughed softly at her brother's retreat, knowing he was still traumatized by what she did earlier that morning and couldn't help melting against her husband. "I'm supposed to be afraid of you."
Hearing him chuckle in her ear, Anciana was carted down the hallway, his mouth still attached to her neck. He had to move the corkscrew curls away from her skin repeatedly, caressing her back and side with his hand, while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Once they were in his dressing room, Anciana saw the predatory gleam in his eyes and pressed her hand against his chest, shaking her head.
"You know we can't because you have a match tonight, handsome."
"Plenty of time before then, darlin'." Mark reasoned huskily, catching her hand and guiding it around his neck, while at the same time moving in.
His free hand moved to her backside again and he hunched enough to start lifting her with that one hand, feeling her using both of hers now to hold onto him. That leather skirt was rolling up and he helped it, bunching it around her hips. Reaching between them, Mark searched until he found what he was looking for and began caressing her through her panties.
"Plenty of time." He rumbled again, this time against her lips.
"Mark…"
Anciana was putty in his hands, moaning at his fingers against her panty covered flesh and clung to him, knowing he was holding her up with sheer power. She could feel it and knew there was no way she could deny him. Determination to make love to her in his dressing room pulsated through him and Anciana was powerless. Even with gaining her newfound memories, the desire and love she felt for Mark did not falter or change. She would definitely need a fresh pair of panties and, luckily, her bag was at the arena due to them traveling to the next area for Tuesday's house show. However, she would have to travel some with Steve until they were at least out of the city before pulling over to drop her off with her husband.
"Mmm…" She gasped out, feeling his fingers plunge into her wet depths and gripped his shoulders tighter.
Mark was only prepping her. Even with the time, he wasn't about to wait excessively long. He needed to keep reinforcing both physically and emotionally that he loved her, knowing her memories were going to return any day now; it was just a simple fact. His lips and teeth were on the column of her throat, though he was careful not to leave any marks, knowing she also had to go out in front of cameras again tonight. Of course, he was still trying to knock her up. Her having a period had been a bit of a letdown, knowing she hadn't been, but… they still had time.
"I need you, darlin'." He whispered harshly, pulling his fingers from her drenched core to start freeing himself from his tights.
"So take me…fuck me, Mark…" Her voice was breathless, chest rising and falling from how fast and hard her heart pounded.
Anciana felt her back hit the wall as Mark captured her mouth again, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep her pinned. She moaned uncontrollably, feeling his cock slide inside of her and clung to him for dear life, kissing him passionately. Her nails dug into his now bare shoulders, his tights around his thighs. The fact she currently had an Austin 3:16 top on while he fucked her didn't bother Mark or else he would've ripped it off her.
"Oh, harder…oh god harder…please…" Her face buried in his neck, kissing it and nibbled on his lobe, urging him on.
It didn't bother him a bit. Simply because it was hilarious that he was fucking an Austin, and working on fucking an Austin over, that was delicious. She wanted harder, so Mark gave it to her, pounding into her willing body hard enough that she was likely to have bruises, but that just seemed to drive Anciana on.
"Hey! Taker, we need you for a meeting!"
That was accompanied by a banging on the door and Mark responded by banging his fist on it since they were right there.
"You in there?"
"Don't you…dare stop…" Anciana ordered through gnashed teeth, feeling the hot coil within her develop in her stomach and threaten to spring free. "Don't stop…" They could wait until they finished; she didn't care at the moment and just needed her orgasm. "I-I'm close…" She assured him breathlessly, trying like hell to keep quiet and smirked when her husband continued screwing her right against the wall near the door. He had flipped the lock on it, just to be on the safe side, or else Bill would've walked in on him screwing her brains out. "Cum for me…" She whispered against his lips, her eyes a deep cerulean and hissed out, pressing their foreheads together.
It took Paul a moment to realize what the hell they were doing in there, that banging back from the inside had startled him. He had thought Taker had thrown a boot at the door. It wouldn't have been the first time. Then he heard the man growling and he blanched, backing the hell up. He'd let Vince know he was a little… delayed.
"Fuck!" Mark roared when he came, a bit unexpectedly, as he usually had control over keeping himself from popping his cork like a teenage boy. Her cumming and clenching around him hadn't helped, at all.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you…"
Her climax triggered his and she cried out with his roar, neither caring who heard them. She rested her forehead against the side of his neck, breathing erratically and barked out a harsh laugh, glad Bill had gotten the message with Mark's hand slamming against the door. The fact he didn't stop and listened to her just made her heart soar. It proved he would put her above all else, even his career, which was astounding since Mark gave his all to his career and this company.
"I love you…" She murmured in his ear, holding him close and slowly pulled back to stare into his eyes, accepting a soft cooldown kiss from him and his cock slid out of her, going limp.
"I love you too, darlin'." Mark rumbled, feathering kisses over her face as he cooled down before finally stepping away from her, tucking himself back into his tights. His clouded eyes roamed over her flushed face, smiling slightly. "I suppose…" He didn't want to go to this meeting; he'd rather stay here and enjoy what time they had before the next segment. "Shall we, Mrs. Calaway, or do you need a minute?" Mark grinned down at her, deciding they both needed to replenish their fluids and walked over to retrieve two of the bottled waters he kept in his dressing room.
"Do I need to go to that meeting? I thought it was just for you…" Then again, she had to remind herself Mark and Steve were the current WWF Tag Team champions. "Never mind, forget I even asked that. See what you do to me! You get my brain all fuzzy and make me unable to focus and think clearly." She snatched the water from him, downing half of it and felt a little better, walking over to the mirror hanging on the wall to check herself out. Anciana couldn't splash her face with cold water or else her makeup would run. "Let me grab a fresh pair of panties and we can go." There was no way in HELL she was having squishy underwear for the rest of the night.
"Oh no, we're already late to the meeting." Mark grabbed her by the arm, stopping her from getting those panties and smirked, bending down. "You don't want to be naughty and go sit in that meeting, like this…?"
His hand was under her skirt, roaming up her thigh and then he pushed aside the material of said soaked panties, running a finger along her very wet, very slippery slit. Knowing well enough that she was pretty much leaking from the amount of cum he had just unloaded. She shivered, and he bent down, capturing her lips with his.
"Mark, this is very uncomfortable…" Anciana groaned, allowing him to pull her out of the room while he sucked on that finger, making her flush all over again.
Great, everybody would know what happened and something told her Mark wouldn't care. She was definitely changing her panties before going out to the ring, whether he liked it or not. This squishy feeling was NOT sexy at all, but if it made him happy, she'd do it…once. Walking into the meeting, Anciana quickly took a seat along with her husband, who apologized on their behalf for being late.
Steve did NOT want to know why his sister looked…flushed and kept his focus on Vince. "What's this about, old man?"
"The newest addition to this feud, Steve." Vince gestured to Anciana with a smile. "The fans reacted to her a lot more than we anticipated and we want to capitalize on that."
Once again, Anciana could see dollar signs flashing in the older man's eyes and felt Mark take her hand beneath the table, lacing their fingers together. Probably a good idea she had hold of his hand because he was very tempted to finger her beneath the table, in this room filled with other people. With as soaked and sloppy as she was right now, it would very likely make some interesting noises. Mark smirked, letting his head fall forward, so his hair would come down over his face, trying not to laugh.
"And just what is so damn funny?"
"Not a thing." He had just fucked Steve Austin's twin, after threatening her. Fans were being denied some juicy details.
Steve didn't even want to know. "So, what's this about? Anca I suppose, you got ideas for her?"
"Well, considering Anca was threatened by the Undertaker and she reciprocated with her brother's patent finger motion…"
"Flipping you off, you mean." Steve interjected, a smirk curving his lips at the memory of his sister doing that. A double finger salute to the Deadman, of all people.
"We want to open that up more…between them. That animosity from the twin sister because this giant is trying to take her brother's title from him. So Anciana, we need Anca to be a bit more…"
"Aggressive?"
"Yes…yes that." Vince nodded, folding his hands on top of the desk. "She won't interfere in your matches because we all know you won't approve of that, Steve."
"Damn right I won't."
"BUT…she CAN interfere with the Undertaker. Talking trash to him, even while he's still your tag partner and being completely defiant. What do you think?"
"And what happens when he inevitably knocks my head off my shoulders and uses it as a bowling ball?"
That was a good point.
That was a damn good point and Mark was not surprised in the least when nobody immediately offered up a counterargument to that one, shooting his wife a grin.
"Now," Bill interjected, having been invited to sit in on the meeting because he knew the Undertaker character almost as well as the man himself. "The Undertaker has never actually laid hands on a woman…"
"She is Steve Austin's twin…"
"I'm not about to chokeslam her ass."
"What about maybe pushing her around, if provoked?"
"You planning on provoking me, darlin'?" When she shrugged, he shook his head, still grinning. "I don't care if she does. You nail me in the balls though, woman, and I'll change my stance about the chokeslam."
"Taker, with all due respect, you told me you've been wanting to turn heel for a while. It's not going to happen overnight, but…going after Stone Cold's twin will steer you in that direction since he's the fan favorite right now." Vince pointed out, agreeing with what Paul said, but there had to be a way to interject her in the matches or else there was no point in having her out there.
"I'm not gonna be another Chyna, no offense to her. She's great and I love her and her character, but that's her thing." Anciana felt Mark squeeze her fingers to let her know all would be well between them, no matter what Vince wanted her to do.
"No, we're not asking you to interfere in the matches, just…provoke the Undertaker. You can do that without interfering in the matches…until they're no longer Tag Team champions, which is slated to happen next Monday on Raw."
That was news to both Steve and Taker. "Really? So soon?"